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Contributed by
stateofgray
on
Monday, 28th April 2003 @ 03:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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In the body and mind alike lies the substance to every time every minute, hour, day, century and might. Indulgent to every yearning conceived; its sublime.
However, in spite of seeming pleasure comes punishment and pain at the expense of time's measure deemed from humanitys great vain.
In the deep and loving heart is the desire for something greater and in time's conception, an art but, pursuing desire isnt exactly safer.
Deem it safer to not desire at all? To be safer for our sake And not listen to our hearts call? Thus, regardless, time is the ultimate maker
Within our occult minds, lies our future's ambitions, that thing that irreversibly binds men to their fruitful missions.
But, to reap the future, you must harvest the past. Amidst presents confusion You must overcome tasks All in times childish amusion.
Such is the journey of body and mind In the grasp of time- Haunting! Whether or not fate will be kind It is at the discretion of times wanting!
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